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<h1><a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/23392033">Coffee Breath</a> by <a class='authorlink' href='https://archiveofourown.org/users/lesbianchiyo/pseuds/lesbianchiyo'>lesbianchiyo</a></h1>

<table class="full">

<tr><td><b>Category:</b></td><td>Hunter X Hunter</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Genre:</b></td><td>Aged-Up Gon Freecs/Killua Zoldyck, Caffeine Addiction, Crush at First Sight, Fluff, M/M, Tooth-Rotting Fluff</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Language:</b></td><td>English</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Status:</b></td><td>Completed</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Published:</b></td><td>2020-03-30</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Updated:</b></td><td>2020-03-30</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Packaged:</b></td><td>2021-05-01 16:02:08</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Rating:</b></td><td>General Audiences</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Warnings:</b></td><td>Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Chapters:</b></td><td>1</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Words:</b></td><td>4,023</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Publisher:</b></td><td>archiveofourown.org</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Story URL:</b></td><td>https://archiveofourown.org/works/23392033</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Author URL:</b></td><td>https://archiveofourown.org/users/lesbianchiyo/pseuds/lesbianchiyo</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Summary:</b></td><td><div class="userstuff">
              <p>killua's a barista, gon's a new customer.</p>
            </div></td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Relationships:</b></td><td>Gon Freecs &amp; Killua Zoldyck, Gon Freecs/Killua Zoldyck</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Comments:</b></td><td>4</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Kudos:</b></td><td>105</td></tr>

</table>

<a name="section0001"><h2>Coffee Breath</h2></a>
<div class="story"><div class="fff_chapter_notes fff_head_notes"><b>Author's Note:</b><blockquote class="userstuff">
      <p>i wrote this shit for my friend. it's bad, ik, it's basically my first time actually writing a complete story in months. it's not like i pulled an all nighter to write this or anything 👉👈. but anyway, enjoy this rushed killugon fanfiction.</p>
    </blockquote></div><div class="userstuff module">
    
    <p> </p>
<p> </p>
<p> </p>
<p>Killua spent most of his days behind the counter of Phantom Café, a semi popular café known for its wide selection of flavored coffee’s and overly decorated sweets. Head in his hands he watched the pedestrians, each one in a hurry. Killua worked the morning shift, six am to 12 pm, he knew most of the customers by heart. The mornings weren’t usually filled with new customers, each one was always in a hurry. Businessmen, women, college students, even a few high schoolers would pop in. They always ordered the same things. So, the one morning someone new came in, it was sure to catch Killua’s attention.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>*</p>
<p> Gon was new, he was always the new person. Every year of high school he had spent somewhere else, he was always the new kid. Though, college was easier. Everyone was the new kid, and this time Gon would be staying here for all four years. No transferring, this was his new home. York new City.</p>
<p> Gon had afternoon classes, he was an early bird, but a slow one. So, this one morning Gon had awoken with a pounding headache, something that was new and with it came a sick feeling in his stomach. As if he would vomit any second.</p>
<p> He rubbed at his temples, filling a glass with cold water. It helped his dry throat but did nothing to stop the pounding headache or cease the nauseous feeling. With uneasy footing, Gon slipped a sweatshirt over his pajama shirt, rolling up the bottoms of his green sweatpants, stepping into his sneakers and shoving the laces inside. Maybe some fresh air would help and maybe he could check out a nearby café. Caffeine was always a good remedy for a headache. Shoving his wallet and keys into his sweatshirt pocket, he dug around in his bed for his phone. After deciding he had everything he needed, Gon left his mostly empty apartment. Taking the steps slowly he made his way through the lobby and out the front door.</p>
<p> It was frigid, the wind harsh against Gon’s cheeks. Gon checked his phone for a nearby café, he was already starting to feel cold. There was a café only a five-minute walk away, though at Gon’s speed it was sure to take twice as long. Shoving his hands into his sweatpants pockets, Gon started his walk.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>*</p>
<p> Killua looked up from his phone when the bells above the door rang, he quickly slipped it into his apron pocket. He put on his best fake smile. The customer awkwardly made his way to the front counter, he had black hair sticking up into every direction. Killua spotted a couple streaks of green. The customer looked at the menu behind Killua, rubbing at the back of his neck.</p>
<p> “Um, can I just get a small hot coffee with rice milk?”</p>
<p> Killua nodded, placing the order into the cash register. “Anything else, sir?”</p>
<p> The customer looked from the floor to the menu and then back to Killua.</p>
<p> “No, that’s all.”</p>
<p> Killua turned around, grabbing a small paper cup from the shelf. “Can I get a name?”</p>
<p> “Gon, G.O.N.”</p>
<p> Killua grabbed a sharpie from his apron pocket, quickly writing the name on the cup, before turning around again. “Wait to the left.”</p>
<p> </p>
<p>*</p>
<p> The café was empty, aside from the one staff member. His name tag read, Killua and Gon thought he was overdressed for just working at a café. A brown blazer over a white and black striped shirt. His hair was platinum blonde, the tips died a fading pink. Gon thought it was weird, though he couldn’t judge. He had his own died hair; the green had refused to wash out.</p>
<p> Gon watched as another customer walked in, smiling brightly at Killua who smiled back. Gon ran a hand through his hair, watching as Killua placed a lid on his cup. Killua smiled as he set it on the counter in front of Gon.</p>
<p> “Gon.”</p>
<p> Gon awkwardly grabbed the cup, his fingertips burning from the hot cup. He turned around to leave after muttering thank you.</p>
<p> “Wait!” Gon stopped Killua from heading back to the cash register. Killua gave Gon a confused look. “I never paid.”</p>
<p> “Oh, don’t worry about it, it’s on the house.” Killua spoke quickly, turning to serve the next customer. “Enjoy your drink, Gon.”</p>
<p> And with that, Killua was busying taking the next customers order. Gon was stunned, his cheeks heating up. Why would he give him a free drink? He didn’t even know Killua.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>*</p>
<p> Gon’s first lecture went by fast, though it was the bad kind of fast. Gon hadn’t payed attention to anything his professor had said. He had been too lost in thought, confused about this morning’s memories. He didn’t expect to be given a free drink, let alone by someone who...Gon pondered for a moment slipping his backpack onto his shoulders. By someone who looked like an e-boy. Gon cracked a smile, yeah, Killua looked like an e-boy.</p>
<p> It was still cold outside, but the sun was starting to warm him. Gon sighed, he was still in his pajamas, having only stopped by his apartment for his backpack. Gon had less than an hour until his next lecture, so he decided to hang around in the school’s library. He caught up on a bit of reading for twenty minutes before heading towards his next class.</p>
<p> He at least tried to catch a couple notes for this one, he couldn’t stay distracted all day. Though as his professor continued to talk, Gon’s mind continued to dream. He had had a weird experience this morning, and Gon didn’t even understand why it bothered him so much. It was nothing special, he had just gotten a free drink from a cute boy. No. A cute boy. Gon did not think Killua was cute. He didn’t even know Killua.</p>
<p> His last lecture went by in a flash, and before long Gon was back in his bed. Gon swiped through his Instagram feed, it was boring. Most were from friends back at home, posting about fishing and gardening and everything else there was to do on an island. Gon hadn’t made any new friends yet. I mean, it was only his first day.</p>
<p> Gon rolled over, he should try and get Killua’s Instagram. Or was that a bad decision? Gon didn’t know, but he knew he wanted the boys Instagram.</p>
<p>*</p>
<p> Killua sighed as the next worker came in to take over, business had been slow. As per usual, he was glad he didn’t have to work Hisoka’s shift. The afternoon shift was always the busiest. Killua hung his apron up in the staff room, grabbing his backpack from his locker. Hisoka was busy tying his apron around his waist, before tying his coral colored hair into a small ponytail.</p>
<p> “Try not to break any plates today.” Killua joked through gritted teeth, he didn’t care for Hisoka. Hisoka ignored Killua’s remark, and with that Killua made his way past the incoming customers and out onto the street.</p>
<p>*</p>
<p> Gon’s alarm woke him up. It was loud in his ears, he dug around under his sheets for his phone. Turning the alarm off as quickly as he could. He laid back down afterwards though, unlocking his phone to scroll through Instagram. There wasn’t anything new, other than the basic stories of would you fuck with me? And so forth. Gon rubbed at his eyes, he was going to visit the café again. And this time he was going to pay for his drink and get Killua’s Instagram.</p>
<p> Gon decided he was going to get dressed his morning. Black jeans and a camouflage sweatshirt. He found a random hairclip, using it to hold back any stray hairs. Gon stuffed his wallet and keys into his back pocket, slipping on his sneakers once again shoving the laces in the sides. With his phone in his hands, Gon made his way towards Phantom Café.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>*</p>
<p> Killua wasn’t there, it was a different person working. A woman with blonde hair in pigtails and a floral button up. Bisky, her name tag read. Gon tried to hide his disappointment as he made his way to the front counter.</p>
<p> “A small hot coffee with rice milk.” Gon pulled his wallet from back pocket.</p>
<p> “3.75.” Bisky said, Gon handed her his debit card. “Name?”</p>
<p> “Gon, G.O.N.” Gon took his debit card back, placing it back into his wallet.</p>
<p> “Wait to the left.” Bisky wasn’t as kind as Killua, but she was still doing her job, so Gon couldn’t complain.</p>
<p> </p>
<p> Gon sighed, flicking through his many apps on his phone. He couldn’t believe Killua wasn’t here, and why was he so upset about it. He didn’t even know Killua.</p>
<p> “Gon!”</p>
<p> Gon looked up from his phone, placing it into his pocket. “Oh, um thank you.” He took the drink from Bisky, heading towards the exit. He really wanted Killua’s Instagram.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>*</p>
<p> Gon sighed, flipping to the next page. He used his pen to sketch small flowers in the margin of his notebook, every once in awhile writing an important line or word. Gon couldn’t believe he was upset because of someone he didn’t even know!</p>
<p> “Psst.”</p>
<p> Gon turned towards the sound, it was a blonde boy. His hair was clipped back, and he had two bright hanging earrings. They were almost blinding. “Do you have a pencil?”</p>
<p> “Huh.” Gon stopped his scribbling, did this boy just ask him for a pencil?</p>
<p> “Do you have a pencil.” The boy repeated himself, looking hopefully at Gon.</p>
<p> “Oh, um, yeah.” Gon grabbed a pencil from his backpack, handing it over to the boy.</p>
<p> “Thanks, I’ll return it after class.”</p>
<p> </p>
<p> Gon left that lecture with a missing pencil, and a notebook full of flowers.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>*</p>
<p> Killua had to miss his next shift, another coworker was taking it. Or more like, she asked if she could take it. Killua didn’t mind, one day without pay wouldn’t hurt him. He needed time to study anyway and maybe he could go shopping.</p>
<p> Killua took his time getting out of bed, it wasn’t like he had any classes. He wanted to focus on working, he would start school again next semester. It didn’t hurt to study still, though he spent more time procrastinating than studying.</p>
<p> The pink in his hair was almost gone and Killua was grateful for that. He thought it looked bad on him, though his sister said it looked good. Killua dressed lazily today, baggy blue jeans and an oversized black sweatshirt.</p>
<p> It was weird not working, and it was even weirder walking past the café in the morning. He caught sight of a familiar head of black hair and blonde pigtails. He decided against stopping in, instead he went to a nearby thrift store. It wouldn’t hurt to look at some clothes.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>*</p>
<p> Gon spent the rest of the day catching up on note taking, he had a big assignment coming up and he couldn’t waste time. Maybe he’d stop by the café again, an extra cup of caffeine sounding pleasing. He could already feel the start of a migraine.</p>
<p> There were a few lectures still going on, so Gon left the building quietly, holding onto the straps of his backpack as he walked down the street.</p>
<p> The air was starting to feel like spring and Gon liked it, he could get some potted plants to put in his window. Gon passed the time thinking about what plants he’d purchase and before long the café came into view. Along with a familiar head of platinum blond hair.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>*</p>
<p> Killua ended up having to take over Hisoka’s shift, reluctantly. Though after hearing his boss beg him on the phone for ten minutes, Killua had to say yes. He couldn’t say no to Leorio, even if that old man did piss him off. He sighed, and it was the afternoon shift too. Why couldn’t Killua have a normal day “off”.</p>
<p> Killua arrived right before Bisky got off, he threw his bag into his locker and grabbed his apron off the hook. Bisky came in a couple minutes later.</p>
<p> “Don’t glare at me like that, we all know Hisoka’s unreliable.” Bisky made Killua turn around, tying his apron for him he gave him a pat on the head. “You need to get this pink out.” And with that, she left.</p>
<p> Killua grumpily took his place behind the counter, there were a few customers spread throughout the café. They were all busy, typing away on their computers, phones or even writing in notebooks. The bell above the door rang, Killua caught sight of green streaked hair.</p>
<p>*</p>
<p> Gon couldn’t believe his luck. He thanked himself internally for making the decision to visit again. Gon awkwardly made his way towards the counter.</p>
<p> “Small hot coffee with rice milk.” Killua nodded, placing the order. Gon took out his wallet, pulling out his debit card. Killua took the card from his hand, scanning it, before handing it back to Gon.</p>
<p> “Do you like strawberries? Killua asked, grabbing a cup from the stack behind him. Gon watched as he wrote his name on the cup.</p>
<p> “Yeah, I love them.” Gon saw a trace of a smile flash across Killua’s face. Gon moved towards the left when he saw another customer coming up to order. Gon found an empty table while he waited for his drink, setting his backpack on top of the table. He pulled out his notebook and computer. Gon watched Killua move back and forth from behind the counter. Maybe he did find him a bit cute?</p>
<p> “Gon!” Killua set down a small cup of coffee next to a piece of cake. He didn’t say anybody else name. Gon grabbed the coffee but didn’t touch the piece of cake.</p>
<p> “Is something wrong?” Killua asked, grabbing a napkin from next to Gon and handing it to another customer.</p>
<p> “I didn’t order this, um cake.” Gon wiped his free hand against his jeans.</p>
<p> “I know, it’s from me. You said you loved strawberries.” Killua smiled, he turned around to fill a plastic cup with juice. Gon felt his face flush.</p>
<p> “Oh, well thank you.”</p>
<p> Gon headed back to his seat, carrying his small coffee and a piece of cake. He felt eyes on him as he headed back to his seat and he was lucky enough to catch Killua’s stare before Killua looked away.</p>
<p> Gon looked at the cup of coffee, the paper cup had an extra piece of writing. @K1llzoldyk. Was this Killua’s Instagram? It looked like it was. Gon grabbed his phone, opening Instagram to search for the username. Sure enough, it was.</p>
<p> Killua’s account wasn’t private and Gon got to see many pictures of Killua and Killua’s friends. Gon really did think Killua was cute.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>*</p>
<p> There was something about Gon, Killua liked. He didn’t know what it was. He had only spoken to Gon twice and both of those times didn’t even count as a conversation. Killua thought Gon was good looking in his own way, though nothing about him really stood out. Killua still found himself drawn to the male. Maybe it was the way his cheeks would turn a light shade of pink when Killua would throw in a quick remark. Or maybe it was the way Killua could feel Gon’s eyes watch him, it was a calming stare though. One he happily caught occasionally.</p>
<p> Killua could felt his feelings growing, Gon was really something special. And all he knew about the boy was that he loved strawberries and hot coffee with rice milk. Those facts weren’t special at all, but they were special to Killua.</p>
<p> Killua thought giving Gon his Instagram could start something, he wanted to get to known Gon. And he didn’t know why, other than. He liked the way Gon made him feel.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>*</p>
<p> Gon didn’t want to see desperate, so he waited until he got home to message Killua. But even then, he felt like it was too quick. Maybe he should wait longer, what was he supposed to even say? How do you text people, especially a cute boy? How? How? How?</p>
<p> His phone buzzed.</p>
<p> @K1llzoldyk wants to send you a message.</p>
<p> Gon nervously clicked on the notification, Killua had just sent a normal hey. Wait he was typing…</p>
<p> ‘Your accounts cute.’</p>
<p> Gon stared at his phone nervously, his palms were sweating. He hit accept. Typing a simple, thanks :). Should he had sent the smiley face, maybe it was too much? Killua was typing again.</p>
<p> ‘Did you like the cake?’</p>
<p> Gon smiled, typing a, yeah it was good, thank you. I’ll pay you back next time. He saw Killua see his message, before Killua started typing again.</p>
<p> ‘Nah, don’t worry about it.’</p>
<p> Gon went to start typing again, but Killua beat him to it.</p>
<p> ‘You want to go on a date tomorrow, I’m free 2 to 4?’</p>
<p> Gon thought his heart stopped, did Killua just ask him on a date? Wait, what?</p>
<p> Gon started typing again, Oh y3ah, sure. I’d love to!</p>
<p> Gon’s heart dropped when he saw what he typed, though he didn’t have time to fix his mistake before Killua was typing again.</p>
<p> ‘Great, I’ll meet you outside Phantom Café at 2.’</p>
<p> </p>
<p>*</p>
<p>  Gon couldn’t believe he had a date. A date, a date. He stared at the messages for a little bit longer, before standing up. He was going to look good tomorrow.</p>
<p> The next morning came quickly, and Gon’s stomach was full of butterflies. He almost wanted to skip his lecture that afternoon, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t afford to get an absence. Gon’s outfit consisted of blue jeans, a green button up. He took the time to brush his hair and styling it. He used a bit of gel to make it stick up, and he tied his sneakers correctly.</p>
<p> He excitedly made his way to his first lecture, although he knew he wouldn’t be able to pay attention. He’d just get the notes from a classmate, it wasn’t that big of a deal and this professor always posted all his PowerPoints.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>*</p>
<p> Killua had a normal morning shift, though he couldn’t lie. He was quite nervous for his date with Gon. He was excited to get to know him more and some part of Killua wanted to hold Gon’s hand. But that was only a small part of Killua, the other part just wanted to get to know Gon.</p>
<p> Time seemed to move slower than usual and by the time Hisoka showed up to take over the afternoon shift, Killua felt like he had been working for days. Before Killua packed up his stuff to meet Gon out front, Killua made two small hot coffees with rice milk. One for Gon and one for himself.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>*</p>
<p> Gon had never walked this fast, as soon as his lecture ended Gon had bolted out the door and down the street. He was excited. What would they do? What was Killua like outside of work? Gon had so many questions it felt like his brain was about to burst. His hands felt clammy, and his heart was bounding. The butterflies in his stomach only seemed to fly faster when the café came into view, along with a head of platinum blond hair.</p>
<p> Gon slowed his pace, wiping his hands off on his jeans. Killua smiled brightly when he saw Gon walk up.</p>
<p> “Here I got you a coffee.” Killua handed Gon the other coffee cup, Gon took it with sweaty hands.</p>
<p> “Oh, thank you! You didn’t have to.” Gon took a careful sip, it was still hot.</p>
<p> “It’s okay, I wanted to. You look cute today.” Killua complimented Gon quickly, who choked on a sip of coffee. “Do you have anything in mind?”</p>
<p> “No, I don’t have anything.” Gon took another sip of coffee, he felt awkward.</p>
<p> “Hm, maybe we can go thrifting?” Killua took a sip of his own coffee, starting to walk forward. Gon followed behind quickly.</p>
<p> “Thrifting? That actually sounds fun.” Gon smiled at Killua, wiping his right hand against his jeans. His heart was pounding loudly.</p>
<p> “I actually know this really nice thrift store.” Killua took a big gulp from his coffee, “They have really nice clothes. I’ll buy you an outfit.”</p>
<p> “Oh no, I can buy my own clothes, don’t worry about it!” Gon matched his pace with Killua’s faster one.</p>
<p> “I want to.”</p>
<p> </p>
<p>*</p>
<p> Killua was right, the thrift store was nice. The lights were dimmed and there were racks and racks of all different types of clothes. Gon threw his now empty cup of coffee in a nearby trashcan, Killua did the same.</p>
<p> “Where do you want to look first?” Killua placed his hands on his hips.</p>
<p> “I um, I don’t really know. I don’t, I don’t shop often.” Gon sheepishly responding, rubbing the back of his neck.</p>
<p> “Then let me help.” Killua grabbed Gon’s wrist, pulling him towards a rack full of pants. Killua’s hand was surprisingly soft, and Gon felt a bit upset when Killua let go to grab at a pair of pants.</p>
<p> The pants were black, but had flowers going from each hip around to the back. Killua held them up to Gon’s waist.</p>
<p> “You’ll be trying these on.” Killua handed Gon the pants, before dragging him over to a rack of shirts. Killua pulled a mustard yellow shirt from the different array of shirts. Though, the shirt was cut at the bottom and when Killua held it up to Gon it landed right at the top of his jeans. “This too.” Killua grabbed Gon’s wrist once again, dragging him towards the changing rooms.</p>
<p> It was more of Killua shopping than Gon.</p>
<p>*</p>
<p> Gon nervously stripped down, putting on the clothes Killua picked out for him. The pants were snug around his waist, but baggy around his thighs. It didn’t necessarily look bad though, while the shirt was a bit short on him. It looked nice with the pants though, Killua had a good eye. Gon couldn’t deny that.</p>
<p> “I, I like them.” Gon said, he heard Killua shuffle around from behind the changing room.</p>
<p> “Can I see?”</p>
<p> Gon nervously unlocked the changing room door, Killua looked him up and down. Gon felt his cheeks heating up.</p>
<p> “You look cute.” Killua smiled, crossing his hands behind his head. Gon shut the changing room door in his face, muttering a shut up. He heard Killua laugh. “Get back in your normal clothes, then we can go to the park if you want?”</p>
<p> </p>
<p>*</p>
<p> The clothes Killua bought Gon were cheap, so Gon didn’t feel as bad about Killua buying them for him. Gon followed Killua down the busy sidewalk, he had an urge to reach out and grab Killua’s hand, but he stopped himself. Killua took a seat on a bench.</p>
<p> “Ughh I hate walking.” Killua grumbled, Gon chuckled taking a seat next to him.</p>
<p> “Thanks for the clothes and the, the coffee.” Gon smiled, and Killua looked towards him resting his hands in his lap.</p>
<p> “Don’t worry about it. I actually want to get to know you more.” Killua started.</p>
<p> “So, let’s do this again?” Gon finished, Killua smiled brightly, looking down at the ground. Gon followed his gaze, and then looked at Killua again.</p>
<p> “I think the pink suites you.” Gon said suddenly, reaching out a hand to touch a faded pink tip. It was Killua’s turn to blush.</p>
<p> “Why do you say that?”</p>
<p> “Well you,” Gon started, “You posted about how you think the pink looks bad.”</p>
<p> Gon rubbed at the back of his neck, nervously smiling.</p>
<p> “But you think it looks good?” Killua said, moving forward.</p>
<p> “Yeah, I really think it does.” Gon looked down at the ground, before looking back at Killua.</p>
<p> “Your eyes are pretty too.” Gon said, Killua looked taken aback.</p>
<p> “Really?”</p>
<p> “Yeah, I think your eyes are really pretty.” Gon smiled, Killua bit his bottom lip.</p>
<p> “Well I think,” Killua started, “I think you have the most beautiful smile.” Gon’s cheeks turned pink. “And, you’re eyes sparkle.” Killua moved forward. “You look cute when you blush.”</p>
<p> Gon watched Killua move forward and Gon nervously moved forward too. Pressing his lips against Killua’s.</p>
<p> </p>
<p> Killua tasted like coffee.</p>
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